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I’m back. New Poem.

YET.

The clocks read 3AM I can’t sleep. I’m hurt, yet I have no more tears left in me

The mascara stained my face like ink blots. I wish you’ll tell me what you see.

This is my life, but I feel like an absentee Somehow, someway

we were tangled together Yet I don’t know who pulling the strings.

You’re so embedded in my life Yet I lay in my bed alone Cold. Devastated. Knowing time heal all wounds Yet I’m so impatient.

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